“Already two p.m.,” Knox finished.“I ate earlier, but I’ll come with you.Gotta keep Coop away.”Knox was joking.Mostly.
“Ha ha.He’s harmless,” Quinn assured him.“Flirtatious, maybe, but he knows I’m not interested,” she said breezily, heading toward the door.
Knox dutifully followed, unable to resist the question rising to the front of his mind.“How’s he know that?”
The heated look she shot over her shoulder felt like an arrow right to his chest.Dark eyes sliced into his, and Knox swore she saw right into his inner thoughts.“How’d he know?I told him I already had my eye on somebody else.”
Chapter 3
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QUINN SMILED TO HERSELFas she headed down the hallway.Knox had looked shocked as hell at her statement, but she knew he wouldn’t act on it—not right now, at any rate.He was quiet.More serious than his teammates.But she’d given him something to mull over.Neither of them had time for that right now anyway.They were on a deadline, and lives were at stake.
Laughter erupted from Holt’s office as they headed toward it, and her brow creased in confusion.He was already hanging up the phone when she poked her head in the door, Knox right behind her.
Holt looked up, glancing between the two of them, yet not seeming surprised in the least that they were together.Quinn felt a flush wash over her.Knox was standing so close, she could feel the heat emanating off his athletic frame.And he smelled good, too.Clean, but with a woodsy scent that was pure male.He towered above her, and she felt distinctly feminine.
Knox was appealing in all sorts of ways, but standing together in front of their boss was not the time to mull over that thought.
“Anna is a wildcard,” Holt said, shaking his head.“I’m not sure how Jett deals with her every day,” he said.“A woman like that would drive me mad.”
“I’m not sure a meek, quiet woman could handle you,” Quinn said.“Or Jett for that matter.”
“Huh.I don’t have time for a wife anyway,” Holt muttered.
Quinn worked that thought over.A wife?As far as she knew, the boss didn’t even date.Ever.
“Gotta take a woman out on a date first before you marry her,” Knox pointed out.Quinn’s lips quirked.
Holt flattened both hands on his desk, eyeing the two of them for a beat, then stood.“Don’t have time for that either,” he said, all business once again.“I’m heading down to brief with some of the analysts.Do you have an update for me?”
“We’re in,” Quinn told him.“I’ve got eyes on the city near the Space Needle.I’ve hacked into the traffic cams and other surveillance systems.We can see whatever we want.”
“Good job,” Holt said.“And what about the side project?”he said, his gaze narrowing.
“Still monitoring the chatter on the dark web, but I’m almost into one of the men’s accounts.I’ll be able to impersonate him and gather further intelligence about the terror plot if it works like I expect it to.”
